Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Macedonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alton Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Lakeside,
the Swans,
Sparks,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
The Standells,
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Parrish,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
Robert Görl,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
La Düsseldorf,
The Velvet Underground,
The Vogues,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie,
Anakelly,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.